Home, Sweet, HomeA Chapter by therisadomestic violence/abuseHave lived Through the worse One can experience In a civil war And survive To talk about it. Where every word Or action Becomes a cruise missile Fired at you. Targeted For max damage. Poisoning the soul With toxic bio-chemicals As you watch Your emotions die Before you. Manipulative usage Of formulation Making the body pliable While covering it In cuts and bruises. Becoming a displaced person Fleeing from one refuge To another Within one's mind To make it Through the day. Thanks frakking a lot Mom and M. For my teenage years.
© 2015 therisaAuthor's Note
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Added on September 15, 2014 Last Updated on January 9, 2015 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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